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The beauty of the pumpkin is that it does not judge in how it is brought to its death. It grows like all living things. It takes on a journey like all living things. Most end up at the crossroads of human hands, and its fate as a resource is determined. In this case, it was used for my entertainment while taking part in a tradition that sweetens our blood, glorifies our demons, and celebrates the dead.
In short, I was intoxicated while carving one of posted pumpkins. I'm going to take another stab at it (pun intended) soon.
See my simple and prematurely decorated (Xmas) front window…


Good reviews, thus far. Might have to keep these throughout the year considering our front light is broken and our street lighting is nonexistent lol.
Can't do too much decorating with a small condo that doesn't have much external space to work with, but I'm going to try to do something festive to be a complete attention whore.
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